[Attention? Fuck yes. He loves attention when he's not working. Infiltration specialists need to be quiet and quick and subtle and, ideally, unseen. That's work. He's not working right now and is reveling in having pretty girls smile and his friends from the project having as much of a good time as he is.

Even if North is being a stick in the mud. God, man, you aren't that old. Loosen up a little.]

So? [He nudges North with his elbow, settling into his chair in a haphazard splay of long legs and bulky arms.] That's the point. You go out and make an idiot of yourself and some sweet lady thinks, hey, maybe I can teach that sucker to dance.

Boom, instant chemistry.

[He drums his hands on the table once, grinning too much for his chiding to really mean anything.]

Damn right. This was the best idea I've had this week!